We hate his hating so he is not allowed to hate.
We loathe his loathing so he is not allowed to loathe.
We cast out his casting out so he is not allowed to cast out.
We despise his despising so he is not allowed to despise.
We judge his judging so he is not allowed to judge.
We shun his shunning so he is not allowed to shun.
We condemn his condemning so he is not allowed to condemn.
We reject his rejecting so he is not allowed to reject.
We find wanting his finding wanting so he is not allowed to find wanting.
There is in God an attribute, called holiness
which determines how he relates to all the evil that exists,
within humanity and beyond
and we find it so repugnant, so distasteful,
so unbecoming, so unacceptable, so objectionable,
that we have poured our wrath and scorn and contempt on it.
We say no to it.
And we feel right and good about this response.
But what is this thing we are so wrathful about?
The wrath of God.
We hate and loathe it,
we despise it and cast it out,
we judge and shun it,
we condemn it and reject it,
we deem it as lacking.
We are wrathful about God’s right to be wrathful.
And we never see the irony.
Original poem by Humble Donkey. This poem may be reproduced electronically for non commercial purposes, without express permission and with a link to this blog post.